Thursday 10 June 2010
0104
the queen’s birthday passed
there on that bench
where you touched my arm
and everything changed
winter passed and
you are no longer here
wrapped around me like the twine
you use everywhere
-but it won’t lead me back to you
in this city everyone is tall
and I don’t even reach their elbows
looking for a thread
of twine to pull
and lead me back to you
0104
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water tower
ReplyDeleteyou don't know
that you are my water source,
my very reservoir
you fill all of me with
a quenchless thirst
an endless nourishment
and all that I am
beyond what I do
is all my reach for you